Hello fellow addicts!

Boy has the world finally took a turn for me. It's amazing how things work and people play such unexpected big characters in your play of life. I'm extremely proud and almost in disbelief myself to say that I have been sober for 9 days now. I went out to dinner with my dad on sunday to celebrate my first week of sobriety. I say this with a grain of salt as well though, I am sober, but it's only through the amazing powers of a crutch drug, and that's suboxone. I'm happy to take the hardest first steps forward, but I feel like I'm only half hearted when I say that I'm sober right now, because without these drugs that I'm taking everyday I don't think I could make it. But enough of my half-heartedness feelings, I want to express how crazy it is that I'm even here. The first week of sobriety was cake compared to what it took to get here: honesty, and expressing the words that I could never say, admitting to the people that I feared of losing most that I am indeed an addict, and need help.

Like I said at the beginning of this blog (or rant more or less) it's absolutely mind-blowing watching life (or God's) plan fall into place and see the players in the whole game take action. Growing up my parents fought constantly, my mom hated my dad and would do nothing but bitch to me & my brother when we were children about how awful he is and would twist the truth in a way that we viewed him as a monster. They divorced when I was 13 and my dad moved somewhere close by but I didn't see him everyday like when we all lived together. Over the years I grew older and wiser and realized he wasn't the monster that my mom brainwashed us into thinking he was.

Leave this to be continued for the moment, my brother just came home & wants to play some Mario Kart 🙂 God bless everyone, I love you all, stay happy and pure!